My how time seems frozen and passes so slow when one is free falling down the rabbit hole :o)
I figured it was about time I start this life as i see it and experience it mixed with some of my photography type blog, better late then never I suppose! I think I'll blame it on that tricky white rabbit, always getting all worked up and anxious.. losing things that he needs along the way.
Obviously, I am and always have been very enamored by Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - it has inspired so many, sometimes without them even realizing it! It provides the perfect amount of imagination and inspiration to invoke a cash crop of creativity within me and my brain, my spirit just has to direct me to where I am supposed to go next down this very curious path I call life.
I thought this photo of this clock, which hangs in the living room of my wonderful boyfriend's place would be a perfect visual display to illustrate how very wordy and impatient I unintentionally am. This clock is a powerful symbol for me, it represents my extreme difficulty to finally learn how to become more PATIENT. Patient with myself, with others, with society, with our nation, with the world in general.. and most of all patient when it comes to trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe, like I do all the time! I have to stop myself at a certain point because I feel like my mind is literally going to BLOW! AH! It's just so crazy, this world we all live in and share.
What is TIME really anyway? Is it even real? Or is it something that the ancient people who came before us just up and decided proclaim its existence? Someone has to do it, I suppose... and the whole idea of it coming from the minds of the earliest of humans is genius really. I imagine a tribe of cavemen and cave women, with minds purely open to absorbing all that they see, surrounding a blazing fire and staring up at the sky, grunting amongst one another as they try to decipher what exactly all those clusters of light and dots of brightness are and how it is that they scatter the darkness of an unpolluted night sky... Perhaps it was seen as a comfort and reminder or as a message from tiny little pieces of sun who are unable to go to sleep like the big glowing sphere that always seems to mark something unnamed or defined but is understood as being divinely significant as it falls lower and lower in the sky like clockwork, eventually providing a constant pattern by which to rely on .... Perhaps symbolizing that place which magically exists as an in-between realm- an unimaginable space that separates the reign of their beloved fertile light leaving them and then emergence of a sudden darkness blankets and takes over the sky.... Leaving them cold and blinder to the land which surrounds them....
Perhaps this is what triggered the genius behind the seemingly futile effort of finding a way to create a kind of sun inspired replacement warming light that would last through each night until daybreak. This must have undoubtably been full of the frustration that accompany the failures of trial and error. Especially without technology or any prior knowledge to build upon. Until finally, someone has the idea that maybe all those rocks everywhere were more than just perplexing hard masses which just lay there purposelessly... And so it is found that striking two together creates a sparkle of magic. An A Ha moment, maybe the first to have ever been had, that maybe those sparks of light have the power to yield more light by setting pieces of dry branches and brush ablaze with fire. How momentously elating that moment of creation must of been, how gratifying and inspiring and mind blowing and magical. I'm sure there was a great orgy of celebration and dancing around this amazing and entrancing first and newly born fire. Their brains becoming more powerful as neurons begin shooting across like stars making new connections like fireworks in the sky. Making it possible to continue advancing as a tribe with new ideas flowing out, documenting each one by finding and using natural pigments as paint that has stood the test of time. Painting it all along the walls of the
caves that safely enclose them and seem to protect them from the darkness, for they have found a way to create their own sun and keep it where they sleep.
